big boy @transbearmaker - Tumblr Blog

♡ call me whatever (he/she)

♡ follows from @vampiretdick

♡ 25, gay nonbinary guy, on t, switch vers

♡ open to dms and asks (big whore)

♡ fat appreciation blog with feedism and forcemasc aspects. feedee or feeder. not intentionally trying to gain but if it happens it happens

♡ yes: praise, feeding, playing with belly fat, messy eating, loving teasing, mutual feeding, being horny about hrt, fat and trans superiority, degradation

♡ no: vomit, sexualised farts/burps, excessive over feeding, gainer shakes/drinking calories (for me),

paticheri

Thinking about people who enjoy eating so much and have such big capacities that they genuinely surprise other people with the amount of food they can cram into their stomachs before they feel like they had enough. Who can make waiters baffled, as they repeat their massive orders back to them, to which they end up adding a couple of more items to. Who can go on for several more rounds at a buffet when everyone else around them has already tapped out. Who can go from drive thru to drive thru, placing massive orders at each one when they’re craving fast food. By the time they finally had their fill, which to them means they’ve eaten so much they feel ready to burst, they’ve consumed enough food to feed a small family, their belly so distended their clothes can no longer contain it. They sleep it off, ready to start it all over again as soon as they feel hungry again.

hydnellumpecky

fetishizeyourself

smoking the weed of rapid and irreversible weight gain

chubsette

Since I'm here, I might as well share this, which I drew for a friend while discussing the many benefits of a fat body, like the two scholars we are

tumboodles

payback!

bellypovs2

Ok last one @funnier-as-a-feedist 🤣 these posts are just so funny to me

funnier-as-a-feedist

Posts that are funnier as a feedist

blue-ribbon-lambchops

I need someone to push a funnel into my mouth and hush me when I try to protest or speak around it. I need them to rub the top of my head as I begin to squirm against the chair and restraints after the first mouthful of shake enters my mouth and I'm forced to swallow. I need them to coo and tell me how good I'm doing as I stare up at them, cheeks puffed from the concoction I'm trying not to send to my belly. I need them to praise and fuss over me as I feel my belly start to harden as the density of the sludge in my stomach begins to grow uncomfortable. Petting the curve of my belly as it begins to bulge against the restraints.

I need them to kiss my forehead and tell me how good it looks as it expands across my lap, each swallow now of desperation as I feel the pressure in my gut build. I need them to tut and tsk as the threads of my shorts begin to strain and pop as my thighs fatten, spreading across the chair and eventually hanging off the sides as the wood begins to creak. I need them to play with the developing rolls that make themselves seen as my gut swells to my knees, looking like I've swallowed a beach ball, then an exercise ball, then a bean bag, and further still.

After the chair has long since shattered underneath me, leaving me sitting in a mess of wood and my own fat, I need them to tell me how pretty I look now. But how I would look prettier with at least a hundred pounds more.

strawberrycheescakess

If you really cared for me you would've double your weight and let me choose all of your meals </3

fairyfeeder

boys are meant to be eye candy and get fat.

i don’t make the rules

extra-stout-stories-deactivated

Most people don't get turned on by food.

Most people don't get a little kick of excitement when they add a donut to their morning coffee routine, and a second donut to their coffee routine after lunch. Most people don't treat the supermarket bakery aisle like it's low-key porn, flipping over packages to look at the calorie counts and just imagining. Most people don't get a knee-buckling thrill when they get home from vacation and see an entire box of Christmas cookies that they'd forgotten about, waiting for them in the kitchen, all for them, that they know they're going to eat in one sitting.

But you're not like most people. And the more you give into those cravings, the stronger they get...